My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 1090

While Valerie packed up their things for the move back to Hesperia, Peter was driving with Celeste and their little girls toward Willowcombe.

He was taking her to see how the renovations on the house-where they'd soon be living-were coming along.

Celeste was in the back seat with the girls, tending to them, though her mind kept drifting back to memories.

Less than a year ago, she'd imagined a very different future. When she found out she was pregnant, things between her and Peter weren't exactly great.

She figured her life wouldn't be easy again-but she also knew she was strong, and that she'd raise her daughters no matter what.

Now, looking at where she was, she couldn't help but feel... strange.

The Peter beside her wasn't at all like the man she'd once fallen in love with. But she was thankful that this man the one here now-was choosing to walk beside her.

He tried every day to win her over again. Everything he did was to make her happy. She was practically living with a man who didn't remember much about his past at least not half of it.

"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked, noticing his future wife staring off into the distance.

"Oh... nothing. Well, everything, actually. Peter... Can I ask you something?" "Of course. Go ahead."

"Are you really sure... that you want to spend your whole life with me?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Peter was taken aback by the question. He pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car, walked to her door, opened it, and offered his hand to help her out.

"Why that question all of a sudden?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes.

to my old house in Willowcombe brought back a lot

your mind. You're thinking I'm still the same man you met back then.

who believe it or not-loves you, with everything I have. And okay, that might not be much. My memories, as you know, are scattered... but I like what I do remember. I like that we're building new memories. I like this life we're

been times when I've asked myself the same question you just did. But not because I doubt what I feel for you-never that. It's just... I worry that one day, you'll wake up and think I'm not good enough. Not for

is. I love you. And yeah, I know it sounds crazy, because we barely know each other—at least not

love you just because you're here. Because of our late-night talks, when you tell me about

look at them—they're beautiful. And yeah, I know everything I did in the past probably still has you doubting me. But you should also know

I love the life you've allowed me to have. I love that you gave me

know I'm not perfect, but every

alone for a long time. But I don't feel that loneliness anymore-not when

and kissing the man standing

is nothing-no one-more important to me than you and our kids. Well... and now the grandkids, too. And if we didn't

me happier than

I know we're only just

Peter helped Celeste back into the car. They both looked over at Martina and Flora, who were

they pulled up to Celeste's old house the main façade still looked just

her love for greenery, so he'd

shrubs. That detail alone hit

humble abode, mademoiselle," Peter said with a grin, expertly

This is amazing! How

with time and

designers," Peter